In the age after the Great Mutation, when beasts and humans were twisted into monstrous forms, civilization stood on the brink of extinction. Only when the Creator God descended and scattered divine Artifacts across the world did humanity survive.
Artifacts granted two gifts:
1. Power to fight monsters.
2. Power to tame them and turn them into loyal partners.
But not all artifacts survived war and decay. Most broke, rusted, or lost their divine spark.
And that was where he came in.
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The Boy Who Lived in Junk
Rion, a 16-year-old trash collector, made his living gathering broken artifacts from dumpyards, stripping out the sellable parts, and trading them for food. He was not blessed, not chosen, and certainly not talented.
He was just a boy trying to survive among ruins and monsters.
One hot afternoon, as he napped inside his shack, a voice that sounded eerily like his own whispered inside his skull:
"Go to the Western Dumpyard. Row 10. Take everything."
He ignored it at first. The Western Yard was far, a three-hour bike ride through monster territory.
But the voice repeated again… and again.
Curiosity won.
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Row 10 — The Mountain of Swords
Under the dying sun, Rion reached Row 10.
What he found was absurd:
A mountain of broken swords—
rusted greatswords, snapped katanas, shattered blades, cracked handles, warped cores…
enough to fill a warehouse.
He sighed.
Maybe he'd get lucky. Probably not.
He loaded metals, handles, pieces of blades into sacks.
But then, buried between two fractured long-swords, he noticed something strange—
A book.
A magical grimoire, bound with a material he didn't recognize.
He tossed it into his bag and went home.
Night had already swallowed the sky.
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Midnight: When His Soul Woke
Rion ate dinner, cleaned some artifacts, and fell asleep instantly.
But at midnight, something inside him opened.
His eyes remained closed.
His mind remained asleep.
Yet his body moved.
He stood.
Walked out of his house.
And his shadow peeled away from him, leading him like a guide.
Rion — still sleeping — began a journey only legends could describe.
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The Night of Theft Across Worlds
He drifted through space like a ghost, guided by an unknown force.
1. The Royal Vault of Dawn Kingdom
He stole a divine artifact grimoire and absorbed it into the first one.
2. Fairy Realm
He plucked elemental power stones
and siphoned the blood of the Fairy Kings into the book.
3. Shinigami Realm
He harvested 100 Dead Swords, weapons forged from the souls of the fallen.
4. Angelic Dominion
He collected the blood of a Seraphim, glowing like liquid sun.
5. Elven Greatwood
He took a World Tree Seed, pulsing with ancient aura.
6. The Sun World
He stole the Primordial Flame, the first fire birthed at creation.
7. The Eternal Ice Realm
He froze time itself and captured the Eternal Ice Crystal.
8. Dark Abyss
He extracted the Shadow of Death, a void-black essence that devours light.
9. The Parallel Cracked Universe
He found nine broken Primordial Stones—
useless, but still humming faintly with cosmic scars.
10. The Forge of the Gods
While the divine blacksmith slept, Rion—still unconscious—
forged a ring using all treasures he had gathered.
A ring impossible for any living being to create.
A ring that no god would ever allow to exist.
Finally, he pressed the ring and the fused grimoires into his own soul, sealing them permanently.
Then, quietly as a shadow, he walked back home, stepped into his bed, and fell into normal sleep.
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The Morning After
Rion woke up yawning.
He felt normal.
Human.
Clueless.
He remembered nothing.
But around every world, alarms were ringing.
In the fairy world, the kings were enraged.
In the angel realm, seraphim blood missing was considered a crime punishable by celestial execution.
In the dark abyss, the Shadow of Death roared.
The gods discovered an impossibility:
someone had used their furnace without permission.
Every realm sent trackers, hunters, and diviners.
All searching…
For an impossible thief who had crossed dimensions, stolen their legacies, abused their power, and disappeared without leaving a trace.
They didn't know the truth.
The thief was a sleeping boy…
who didn't even know he had committed a crime.